[Verse 1: Dirty J]
I took my sixteen bars to outer space, so check my universe
I'm a spell, what the hell, man, taste a little curse
I'm a wordsmith, you need a firm grip to rap your head around my shit
Kill the joint and get a burnt lip
See-through, tie-dye, LSD eyes got me in some trouble seeing double
Take a breather while the clav bubbles
Okay, I've caught my breath, my lungs just need a rest
Excuse me, I digress, I need to get something off my chest
I'm an MC, just a little differently dressed
So if you really want us, better check your orthodontist
Keep-a chattering your teeth, kid, just trying to be honest
Better take it from me, I said I spit so much heat, it put a chip in my teeth
I got some different beliefs, you sick of sounding antique
Well write a rhyme to this beat
It's like you're stuck up in the 60s flower child when I peace
[Chorus: Dirty J]
I said you look at me the wrong way, and I say okay
It doesn't bother me, I wrap my head around the kush
You're taking it the wrong way, and I say okay
You're off on the wrong foot, we call it mongo push
You started off on the wrong foot, we call it mongo push
[Verse 2: Rome]
The Dirty Heads have got you jumping out your seats
Dirty J and Duddy B don't hit the field without the cleats, uh
And with a little touch of Rome, you're back at home
You mix the three, it's ecstasy, you see I swear I'm never wrong (heard)
And everybody wants a hook and wants a beat
But I just got off the bus, I'm overdosing on the summer heat
I like the finer things like smoking on the finer weed
I'm sipping on the stuff that makes me feel better than complete (heard)
One hundred and ten percent is what I give the game
Give me a year or two and your boy will be a household name
Bust in the scene, I'm swinging up home runs
And now I'm breaking hearts and writing records
All good, all fun
I took my sixteen bars to outer space, so check my universe
I'm a spell, what the hell, man, taste a little curse
I'm a wordsmith, you need a firm grip to rap your head around my shit
Kill the joint and get a burnt lip
See-through, tie-dye, LSD eyes got me in some trouble seeing double
Take a breather while the clav bubbles
Okay, I've caught my breath, my lungs just need a rest
Excuse me, I digress, I need to get something off my chest
I'm an MC, just a little differently dressed
So if you really want us, better check your orthodontist
Keep-a chattering your teeth, kid, just trying to be honest
Better take it from me, I said I spit so much heat, it put a chip in my teeth
I got some different beliefs, you sick of sounding antique
Well write a rhyme to this beat
It's like you're stuck up in the 60s flower child when I peace
[Chorus: Dirty J]
I said you look at me the wrong way, and I say okay
It doesn't bother me, I wrap my head around the kush
You're taking it the wrong way, and I say okay
You're off on the wrong foot, we call it mongo push
You started off on the wrong foot, we call it mongo push
[Verse 2: Rome]
The Dirty Heads have got you jumping out your seats
Dirty J and Duddy B don't hit the field without the cleats, uh
And with a little touch of Rome, you're back at home
You mix the three, it's ecstasy, you see I swear I'm never wrong (heard)
And everybody wants a hook and wants a beat
But I just got off the bus, I'm overdosing on the summer heat
I like the finer things like smoking on the finer weed
I'm sipping on the stuff that makes me feel better than complete (heard)
One hundred and ten percent is what I give the game
Give me a year or two and your boy will be a household name
Bust in the scene, I'm swinging up home runs
And now I'm breaking hearts and writing records
All good, all fun
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